James Cain - Serenade

He clapped me on the shoulder, and went back to the ship. I walked down and found how the ferry ran. Then I went in a lunchroom and had something to eat. Then I went in a moving picture, so I could sit down. I don’t even know what the show was. Every fifteen or twenty minutes I would go out in the lobby to look at the clock. Whatever it was, I saw it twice. Around seven I left the theatre and walked down to the ferry. It was quite a while coming, but just about dark it showed up and I went across. It took about ten minutes. I walked down to Fish Harbor, found it without having to ask anybody about it, and then spotted the restaurant. I walked past it, then found a clock and checked on the time. It was half past eight. I walked on to where the street turned into a road, and kept on going until I figured I had covered three quarters of a mile. Then I turned around and came back. When I passed the clock it said five minutes to nine.

I went in and ordered beer. There were five or six guys in there, fishermen by their looks, and I raised my glass at them, and they raised back. I didn’t want to act like some mysterious stranger, looking neither right nor left. After that they paid no attention to me. At ten after he came in. He shook hands all around in a big way, then sat down with me, and ordered beer. They seemed to know him. When his beer came, he sent the Jap out for a cab, and then began telling me, and telling them, about this trouble he had on his ship. He had his things packed, and was all ready to come ashore, when a launch showed up out of the night, and began yelling up at the pier for somebody named Charlie. “They kept it up, until I got so sick of Charlie I could have thrown a pin at them.”

He was pretty funny, but I wasn’t in the humor for it. They were, though. “Who was Charlie?”

“I never did find out. But wait a minute. Of course my second officer had his face out the hatch, ogling the girls, and do you know what the young upstart did? He called out: ‘Forget about Charlie! Come aboard, girls. I’ll give you a hand through the hatch — and let a real man take care of you!’ And before I knew it he had a line down, they had made the launch fast, and they were aboard my ship!”

“What did you do?”

“I was down there in a flash and I ordered them off! ‘Off and begone!’ I said to them. ‘Out of the hatch where you came in, and let me see no more of you!’ ”

“Did they go?”

“They did not! They stood laughing at me, and invited me to go with them! Then the man that was with them seconded the invitation, and my second officer had the effrontery to second him. I was so furious I could not trust myself to speak. But then with an effort, I got myself under control, and I said to him: ‘ ’Tis an official matter,’ I reminded him, ‘to be entered on your papers and reported to your owners. Get these girls out of here, and at once.’ Do you know what those girls said to me?”

“What they say?”

“ ‘Nuts.’ ”

That got a laugh, “I argued with them. I pleaded with them, as I didn’t want any trouble. At last I had to appeal to the guard on the pier, who was standing there, looking down into the hatch, listening to it. ‘Is that right, my man?’ I said to him, ’that such entry into a ship is in violation of law? That they must enter by the plank, and pass the guard, otherwise be subject to arrest?”

“ ‘It is, captain,’ he said, ‘and they’ll not pass the guard if I have anything to do with it.’ ”

“That seemed to frighten them, and out they went, the girls, the man and my second officer. Him I will deal with in the morning. But what I cannot understand about these American girls is the boldness of them. Not one of them could have been more than nineteen, and where were their mothers all that time? What were they doing in that launch at all? Will you tell me that?”

They all chimed in with what a tough bunch the young girls are nowadays, and then the Jap came in and said the cab was ready. He paid, and we took the valise he had brought with him, and went out and put it in the cab, and he told the driver to wait. Then he started to walk down toward the wharves. “Well, what about her?”

He didn’t seem to hear me. “ ’Twas a noisy ten minutes. Of course, if the guard on the pier had been observant, he would have noticed that the man in the launch was my first officer. He would also have noticed that whereas three young girls came into the hatch, four of them went out of it.”

“Oh.”

We got to the wharves, strolled out on one, then strolled back, and stood on the corner, smoking. Out in the basin somewhere a launch started up. In a minute or two it slipped in to the wharf, stopped a second, and she hopped ashore and came running to us. Then it shoved off and disappeared. I had wanted to go down and thank those guys for all they had done for us, but he wouldn’t let me. “I’ll tell them all you say. The three girls they found have no idea what they’ve been a party to, and the less they know, the less they have to tell. They will see a nice picture show, now, and that’s enough.”

It was always catching me by surprise, how glad I was to be with her, and I got this catch in my throat when she came running up to us, laughing like it had all been a big joke. We walked back to the cab, got in, and told the driver to take the ferry and go to the nearest Los Angeles bus stop. She sat in the middle and I took her hand. He looked out the window. She turned to him, but he kept staring at the buildings going by. Then she reached out and took his hand. He came out of it on that. He took her hand in both of his, and patted it, but it was a minute or two before he said anything. “... There’s something I’d like to say to both of you. I’ve enjoyed every minute of your stay on my ship. I wish you all happiness, and as you’re in love, you may have it. ‘Tis a big world, and I bob around it like a cork in a tub. But should you ever need me, and should I be there, you have only to say the word. Only to say the word.”

“... Gracias , Señor Capitán. — ... This big world, I go around, too ... But, you need me — you say word, say word only.”

“Me too.”

“... ’Tis a pretty night.”

On the ferry the driver went forward to have a smoke, and we were alone. He sat up and began to talk. “Her things are all in the valise. It holds them better than her own little box, especially that sword that she carries with her. She’s wearing no hat, and it would be a good idea if you were to stow your own hat with her stuff. You’re both well burned by the sun, and without hats you could well be a couple that has spent a day at the beach, and arouse no suspicion that you’re just off a boat.”

I opened the valise, put my hat in it, and he went on. “Inquire of the busman, and get off as near what they call the Plaza as you can. In that neighborhood are many small hotels catering to Mexicans of the town, and you will attract no attention.Register as Mr. and Mrs. Perhaps you will not believe it, but under American laws you must write it so, and so long as you do, they will not care. In the morning, get up very early, and as soon as you can, get a hat on her. I have packed all her shawls, and forbidden her to carry one, as they will betray her sooner than anything else. I doubt if she has ever had a hat on in her life, so be careful that you pick one yourself, a little hat exactly like all the other hats in the place. When you have bought the hat, buy her a little dress. I know nothing of girls’ clothes myself, but her little things make me think of Mexico, and sharper eyes than mine might become suspicious. Buy her a dress like every other dress in the place. When you have bought her a hat and bought her a dress, you can breathe easier about illegal entry. Her accent will attract no attention. In America are as many accents as the countries of the world, and she could have lived here all her life and still speak as she does. But the clothes will mark her. She should meet few Mexicans. There is a belief among them that the United States government pays informers against immigrants of her kind. It does not, but one of them might turn her in for the sake of the legendary reward. As soon as you can, get work. A working man is his own answer to all questions, an idle man is a riddle they all try to guess. It would be a good idea if she learned to read and write.”